Welcome to my screwball brain
Where thoughts really do matter,
And chaos delightfully rains.

Barmy bats bunny hopping in the belfry;
Spooky, kooky, madly unhinged
Diving into dark puddles of humanity.

Welcome to my kingdom, my wicked realm;
Where plot twists steer this unsightly helm,
and unbothered thoughts slyly overwhelm:

“What does unholy super glue
Have to do with The Taming of the Shrew?”

“The Holy Roman Empire?
Just an unmitigated dumpster fire.”

Buckle up, as we now descend;
A billowing unstructured flow
Just around the bend.

Snippets and strumpets of ideas and thoughts
Chaotic, surreal, and unconnected dots.
My very own buffet of creative writing;
Are logic and absurdity still fighting?

A little of this, a pinch of that,
And just for gits and shiggles
Let’s throw in a dash—
Dystopian nightmare fuel,
Let’s spice it up!
Won’t that make you sick?
Maybe, but I don’t give a fup!

Ah, dessert! “What if jellyfish had feet?”
Aww! That really is so sweet!

“But who is really running the world?
Pulling strings left and right?
We die in the streets one by one
While they feast upon their throne,
Built of lies and destruction.

It’s all a game, a carefully crafted illusion,
but when the smoke clears,
who’s left standing?
And who even notices the collapse?
Maybe we all just keep our eyes down,
pretending it’s still okay.

But it’s not.
And we know it.
But we keep going.
Just trying to survive
while they thrive on our suffering.
And maybe we wonder—
do they even feel it?
Do they know how deep the wounds go?
Or are we just invisible
in their gleaming, broken world?”

Oh, sweet to sour! ‘Twas puckered and tart!
Perhaps I can temper with ideas
Not so bitter for a start!

“Maybe I can use the metaphor of tides
as the collective power of societal change;
the undercurrents are the hidden systems
we don’t notice but still influence us.”

Ah, that feels so much better!
As I pen my thoughts, words to letter.
So many choices! So many ideas!
Did I just spy some Onomatopoeia?

The tide hisses and froths
as it slithers over sand and stone,
carving intricate patterns
in the coastline as it ebbs and flows.

Wait, did that cow just aggressively moo?
An absurd blending of realities,
A horn of the light, one of the dark.
It straddles the line–
whimsy and dystopia,
chaos and calm.
Where worlds collide,
and nothing is as it seems.

In all my crazy, unfettered glory
I found my voice, airing an untold story.
Where I glean purpose and meaning
from drippy-dippy, sappy sweet
to sometimes oddly stark,
thought-provoking
daydreams.